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Can I just say thank you to everyone who e-mailed me.  It seems that 
there are lots of you out there reading this so I'll carry on posting.  
I'll repost all the chapters when I get to the end so if anyone has 
missed any they should be able to get them then.  If for any reason you 
are still missing some chapters then e-mail me and I'll send them.  
There are at least another four chapters to go that I'll post as soon as 
I get them typed.

At My Brother-in-law's Mercy, Part 5

Inevitably an evening arrived when John had to work late.  I sat on the 
sofa, tense with nerves, dreading Ian's arrival.  The moment he walked 
in it was obvious he was in a bad mood.  He slumped down in a chair and 
closed his eyes.  I waited, wondering how his mood was going to effect 
his treatment of me.  He opened his eyes and looked at me.

'I've had a horrible day and I don't want any messing about from you.  
Get your clothes off and come here and give me a blowjob.  I need some 
kind of tension relief.'

Reluctantly I obeyed.  He had kept his side of the bargain so far and I 
didn't want to do anything to spoil things.  He had come home with an 
armful of estate agents details and told John he was planning to move 
out at the end of the month.  John had been upset that he was leaving in 
such a short period of time and I tried to imitate his sorrow.  He 
confided to me in bed that night that he would like our privacy back but 
that he would miss his brother a lot.  I echoed his sentiments 
wholeheartedly although I would miss Ian for totally different reasons 
from John.  So all I had to do was to get through the next three weeks 
and this torment would be over.

With these thoughts running through my head I stripped off my clothes 
and dropped to my knees in front of Ian.  I slid his fat cock into my 
mouth and began bobbing my head up and down, sucking as hard as I could.

'Try to use a little imagination,' Ian snapped.  'Lick and suck along 
the sides and use your tongue on the head.  And be careful with your 
teeth.'

I counted to ten mentally and managed not to yell back at him.  I 
attempted to follow his directions and soon found myself warming to my 
task.  I could tell by Ian's reactions when he was enjoying my actions.  
I hadn't realised that there were some many ways to give a man pleasure 
using my mouth.  I took notes and decided that the next time John and I 
had time to fool around I would experiment a bit to see what he liked.  
The pre-cum still tasted disgusting but I found that I could usually 
smear it out of the way with my lips before it reached my tongue.  Ian 
wasn't speaking or touching me and I could almost forget it was him I 
was pleasuring.  I heard his breathing quicken and knew he was about to 
come.  Remembering last time I reluctantly slid him as far into my mouth 
as I could and tried to swallow.  My mouth was filled with warm cum, 
overflowing and dripping down my chin.  It tasted as vile as I 
remembered and I struggled not to let my distaste show on my face.

Ian leaned back in his chair with a satisfied look on his face, his cock 
rapidly growing limp.

'I'll get some tissue.'  I offered and he made no objection.  I hurried 
into the kitchen and as discreetly as possible rinsed my mouth out.  
When I returned to the sitting room Ian had the TV on.  I cleaned the 
lingering damp traces from him as unobtrusively as possible and 
retreated to the sofa.  He seemed to be engrossed in an episode of Star 
Trek and I could hardly believe my luck.  I could handle giving him 
blowjobs whenever he wanted.  Maybe the novelty of abusing me had worn 
off.  Just as I was beginning to relax he spoke.

'I haven't finished with you yet.  Lay down next to the TV and play with 
yourself.'  I gaped at him in disbelief.  After his order he had gone 
back to watching activities on the Enterprise.  Reluctant to annoy him I 
unwillingly crawled over to the TV.  I slid my hand between my legs and 
half-heartedly started rubbing my pussy.

'I want to watch,' Ian told me.  'Come on, spread your legs.  I want to 
see fingers diving into your cunt and plenty of nipple sucking.'  I knew 
better than to argue however strange his orders.  I spread my legs wider 
and gently poked a finger inside myself.  I wasn't the slightest bit 
turned on but I tried my best.  I had a vague idea of trying to fake an 
orgasm and hope that that would satisfy him.  I pushed a breast towards 
my face and bent my head so that my tongue could reach the nipple.  The 
cool air had made them hard but not responsive.  Somehow being sprawled 
out on my sitting room carpet in broad daylight was embarrassing me.  
When I played with myself it was in the dark and privacy of my bedroom.  
Even without the added tension of Ian watching me I wasn't the slightest 
bit aroused.  Even so I preserved as it was still better than Ian raping 
me.

'This is a waste of time,' he said impatiently.  'I can't see a thing 
for all that hair.  Go get a razor and some water and shave it off.'

'What!'  I squealed, sitting up in shock.  I saw the look on his face 
and hurriedly changed my mind about protesting.  I had ached for days 
after the last time he had hit me and did not want to repeat the 
experience if I could help it.  I fetched a bowl of water, a razor, some 
soap and a towel and resumed my position on the carpet.  It wasn't the 
easiest task in the world.  My neck and back ached from bending over to 
peer between my legs.  The hair wasn't too thick but it was long and 
curly and it took several attacks with the razor to clear even a small 
space.  I took my time, nervous about the sharp blade near the most 
sensitive part of my body.  I was also hoping that if I took long enough 
there wouldn't be enough time for Ian to humiliate me anymore before 
John returned.  When I glanced up I saw Ian intently watching my every 
move, one hand absently stroking his growing cock.  My heart sank but no 
matter how slow I was eventually I had finished.  Ian dropped to his 
knees next to me on the carpet.

'Lets have a look then,' he said, pushing my knees wider apart.  I could 
feel the air on my exposed pussy in a totally new way without the 
shelter of my curls.  Ian ran his finger down from my stomach over the 
newly shaved area and along a now naked lip.  My skin felt ten times 
more sensitive than previously and I could not control the shiver of 
pleasure.

'It's so smooth,' Ian marvelled, his fingers exploring further.  He 
pulled the lips surrounding my clit apart, examining every inch.  He 
moved closer and the next moment I felt his tongue on my clit.  I bit my 
lip trying hard not to respond as he worked his way all over my pussy 
with his mouth but it was impossible.  Nerve endings I hadn't previously 
known existed were now exposed to his exploring tongue.  I could hear 
the blood pounding in my ears as I approached orgasm.  Ian plunged his 
tongue into my cunt and I came, writhing on the carpet.  He removed his 
mouth and instantly thrust his cock into my still spasming cunt.  He 
circled his hips, extracting every possible fraction of friction from my 
newly shaved skin.  My ebbing orgasm returned in full force and I 
twisted beneath his thrusts, the carpet rough against my bottom.  To my 
relief he came quickly and withdrew, leaving me trembling on the carpet.

When I regained the strength to move I collected the shaving equipment 
and limped upstairs.  Ian was once again absorbed in Star Trek and 
hardly noticed me leave.  I took a shower to remove as much of his touch 
as I could.  The unfamiliar feel of water on bare skin was extremely 
stimulating.  My fingers drifted down of their own accord.  I told 
myself that I was just checking I hadn't missed any hairs but I soon 
forgot the pretence.  My clit seemed more accessible and sensitive than 
ever before and I soon stroked myself to orgasm.  Surprised at myself 
and hoping that Ian hadn't heard me I towelled myself dry and began 
preparing tea.

I spent the evening wondering how John would react and what explanation 
I could offer.  I was tense all evening and relieved when he headed to 
bed early.  I pottered around waiting until he was in bed before 
beginning to get undressed myself.

'I did something today and I'm not sure if you'll like it,' I told him 
nervously.

'What is it, baby?'  he asked.  'Come on, don't keep me in suspense.'

Shyly I turn round so that he could see.  His eyebrows shot up in 
surprise then a slow smile spread across his face.  He sat up and pulled 
me closer with an arm around my waist.  He gently dragged his fingertip 
across the newly exposed surface and smiled when I shivered reflexively.

'Is that nice?' he asked.  I nodded dumbly.  'What made you decide to do 
this?'

'I don't know, an impulse I guess,' I lied.

'Well I like it.  I need to explore more to be sure, of course,' he 
teased, pulling down besides him on the bed.  The loving caress of his 
hands and mouth soon created my fourth orgasm of the day and when he 
entered me I came again.  Exhausted but happy I fell asleep in my 
husband's arms wondering if I should be grateful to Ian.

Any kind feelings I had towards Ian soon disappeared.  John had to work 
late again a few days later.  Ian came hurrying into the house and 
pulled me upstairs.

'I'm off out tonight to watch the match down the pub,' he explained, 
rapidly removing his clothes.  'Some of the lads are picking me up so I 
don't have much time.  I'm really horny though so get those clothes off 
and spread your legs.'

Resentfully I obeyed him but not quick enough.  He impatiently pushed my 
skirt to the floor and shoved me face down onto the bed.  He used his 
fingers to spread my lips then rammed his cock hard into my pussy.  I 
cried out involuntarily as his cock forced my cunt to stretch around it.  
He took no notice and began rotating his hips, pressing his cock deeper 
and deeper inside me.  His hands fumbled under my body to find my 
breasts.  I felt his hand on my hair and levered myself up on my elbows 
to give him more access before he could yank my hair.  He gave a grunt 
of satisfaction and began a vigorous massage of my breasts.  Incredibly 
my body began to respond to him.  My cunt was rapidly becoming wet and 
my nipples were swelling and hardening.  The material of the bedspread 
was rubbing against my clit every time he thrust his cock into me.  My 
whimpers of pain rapidly became moans of pleasure as an orgasm built.  
Just as the orgasm swept through my body I heard a knock at the door.  
Even as I writhed in ecstasy, the room filled with my yells, a panicked 
part of brain tried to work out who it could be.

Ian pulled out of me and stuck his head out of the window.  I could 
hardly hear the murmur of his voice over the pounding of my blood but I 
clearly heard the door open and close.  I pushed myself to my feet but 
Ian caught hold of me and pushed me back to the bed, this time on my 
back.

'I haven't finished with you yet,' he said, wasting no time plunging 
back into me.  His mouth fastened onto a nipple and my back arched in 
response as pleasure spread through me.  After only a few thrusts of his 
cock I could feel another wave of orgasm take control of my body.  Even 
as I cried out and twisted under it's onslaught I realised that someone 
was coming up the stairs.  I opened my eyes to see two unknown men 
lounging in the doorway.  Ian didn't stop fucking me, looking down at me 
with a cruel gleam in his eyes.

'Sorry I'm running a bit late lads,' he said to the new arrivals.  'This 
little slut was just begging for a fucking and I could hardly refuse 
her, could I?'  I writhed in embarrassment as the strangers' eyes 
crawled appreciatively over my body.  Ian pushed himself up on one arm 
so more of my body was exposed to their gaze and began rubbing my clit.  
His touch started the tremors deep inside me and I tried to move away.  
It would be too humiliating to climax with his friends watching.

'Got great tits, hasn't she?'  Ian asked them.  They came further into 
the room to get a better look.  'Give her tits a squeeze, makes her go 
crazy.'  Ian suggested.  I drew in my breath to make a protest but Ian 
gave my clit a cruel nip.  I moaned and saw the look on his face.  The 
message was clear; if I didn't co-operate he would hurt me.  He slid his 
arms under my knees to spread my legs even wider and increased the 
vigour of his thrusts.  His friends were sat on the bed either side of 
my head, their hands greedily reaching for my breasts.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself a million miles away from 
this humiliation.  It was a mistake.  Deprived of sight my other senses 
sharpened.  Two pairs of hands stroked and squeezed my breasts, soon 
joined by two mouths tugging at my nipples.  Ian's fat cock was pounding 
in and out of my cunt with my legs widespread to maximise the friction 
on my clit.  Helpless under their stimulation I came and came again.  
With each climax they intensified their attentions.  Overwhelmed by my 
body's convulsions I barely realised when they took my hands and wrapped 
them around their cocks.  Ian came at last and withdrew and I gradually 
regained my senses.  

My hands and breasts were spattered with strangers' cum and Ian's was 
dripping out of my cunt.  Ian disappeared into the bathroom leaving me 
with his two leering friends.  They were both busy cleaning their cocks 
with tissue before zipping them back into their trousers.  Ian 
reappeared and kissed me hard on the mouth, his tongue thrusting inside.  
I could see his satisfaction at my humiliation in his eyes.

'Clean this mess up, there's a good girl,' he told me.  'Don't worry, 
you may see the guys again this weekend.  I know they'll be pleased to 
see you again.'  He gave me a smirk and departed, his friends trailing 
after him.

I lay there as the cum dried on my skin, wondering what Ian had planned.  
I had totally forgotten that John was away at a conference but obviously 
Ian hadn't.  I dreaded to imagine what he had thought up.







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